Is It The End?
She'd arrived at the London nursing home 10 years ago. She'd been found wandering the rainy street, calling out a boy's name. No one knew how old she really was. Or, for that matter who she was. Just a frail, slip of a woman. A sad, vacant look in her deep blue eyes.
After the nurses took her in, she rarely spoke. She just sat in her rocking chair during the daylight hours and slept at night. She took her meals in her room. And, once in a while she called out the boy's name again.
When her heart started weakening, she was moved to the hospital nearby. Then the one fateful night came.
Charlie, a medical student heard the alarm go off. The patient know only as Wendy, (known because the day she was found she kept saying "I'm Wendy."
Went code blue. Flat line.
"Shock at 300!"... Clear" Hollered Charlie to the gathering cluster of medical personnel
Still flat line.
"Another 30 mg of appy'! Charge again!"
"Clear."
A feeble sinus rhythm snaked across the monitor.
Sometime later she spoke her final words, before falling into her peaceful sleep.
"He was here! Did you see him?" She said weakly, but happily. "My Peter has come for me!"
And with that Wendy closed her eyes for the last time.
The End.
Kitten Ferguson.
11/7/04